Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 192

Ten years ago.

It was a cool night in autumn, right beneath the deserted mountain. A slender man, Horace, staggered onwards out of the warehouse with blood flowing down all over.

He was barely hanging on as his body got too weak. The wound on his leg bled and turned increasingly numb as he moved so quickly. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep his leg if it kept bleeding like this.

But he had to run and find Laura.

He had searched everywhere and had shouted himself hoarse but there was still no sign of Laura.

He finally fell into the grass after running out of strength.

He felt desperate.

No one would come to this creepy place in the middle of the night, not to mention save him.

He lost a lot of weight as he hadn't eaten or drunk for a whole day and it wouldn't take much for an ordinary man to pick him up.

He raised his head to the sky in complete darkness.

He thought he would be buried here.

"Maybe Laura is waiting for me in heaven, I might as well die with her. I'm just sorry for grandpa and my family."

Thinking about that, Horace gave himself up and closed his eyes, waiting to die alone.

"Hey! Are you okay? Wake up."

Horace felt the little and tender hands clapping on his face in unconsciousness. He, who was shattered, suddenly raised his hands and grabbed them.

He slowly opened his dehydrated eyes and dimly saw a little girl with two ponytails looking at him anxiously in a red princess dress.

"Hey, you woke up."

Seeing his eyes open, the girl clapped joyfully and smiled with her eyes narrowed.

It was not long before she started to scream.

In the moonlight, there were several obvious blood stains on her red princess dress.

She soon saw the wound on his leg following the trace of blood.

"Oh dear! So much blood! What happened?"

The girl took a look around vigilantly, and whispered in his ear, "Are there bad guys after you?"

Feeling her warm breath, Horace looked at the girl surprisingly as he didn't expect that she would trust him as the good guy. Then he replied instinctively while looking straight into her eyes, "Yes."

"Don't worry," she patted her chest and promised him, "now you have me. I'll take you out of here and won't let them hurt you again!"

Horace somehow really regained composure, staring at this clumsy little girl in front of him.

Although he was dehydrated and lighter than before, it was still hard to carry for a girl his age.

She struggled to carry him unsteadily.

He was so heavy for her that they almost fell, but she finally pulled it off and walked forward.

It was a long way which made Horace feel like it was endless.

He still thought he would die here. But this girl wouldn't stop talking while carrying him every time he tried to close his eyes.

"Don't fall asleep! How about I tell you a story or sing a song?"

"Do you wanna build a snowman..."

"You are so annoying." Horace couldn't take it anymore and said weakly.

It seemed that she couldn't hear him, tirelessly amusing him and keeping him up for fear that he would die in sleep.

While saying that, Horace thought about keeping this little girl after he found his grandpa and others; or if she left, he would find her and make it up to her no matter what it takes.

"What's your name?" Horace asked abruptly.

"My name?" she looked around at him but suddenly the headlights before them caught their eyes before she started to talk.

The girl immediately got excited.

"There's a car! Great! You'll be fine!"

Horace's memory after that got a little fuzzy since he was so weak.

But he knew he was taken to the hospital in that car and his grandpa thanked the driver with money. When he woke up, Horace asked the driver about the little girl who was carrying him, only to find out that she left at once and went back home after accompanying him to the hospital.

Horace couldn't find her since then.

Inside the villa, Horace sat on the balcony and thought about things that happened a decade ago.

Until his thoughts were interrupted by Isaac's text, "40 million has been transferred to Ashlee's account." Horace lost his interest in reminiscence at the thought of Ashlee.

He had been having nightmares every day for ten years, dreaming about the day when he was kidnapped a decade ago.

Those despair and fear kept lingering in his head.

But the voice always rang clear in the worst part of the nightmare, "Wake up. Hey, wake up."

Looking for this girl had become a habit for him for ten years. He even wanted her more than finding the man behind the kidnapping and he didn't know if it was for returning the favor or something else.

Horace just knew that girl was his only hope in endless nightmares, like a ray of light in the darkness which meant something special to him.

But now, things had turned out to be quite ironic.

He did feel disappointed knowing that girl was Ashlee.

But nothing could possibly have prepared Horace for the fact that this girl he had been looking for ended up being disgusting right now.

"Horace?"

Clara's voice suddenly came behind Horace when he was thinking.

He turned around and saw her just getting out of the shower.

Seeing her rosy cheeks, the problems he was thinking about vanished all at once.

Horace smiled and stopped thinking.

After all, Ashlee had nothing to do with him.

He now didn't need the memory from ten years ago to get rid of nightmares.

Because he had someone more important to him.

...

The next day, on the weekend.

Clara decided to see her mother Helena as she didn't have to work today and Horace had meetings at work.

But she saw someone unexpected when she came to her mother's apartment with supplements and fruits.

Clara's face turned cold when she saw the man, and her mother beside looking even more displeased.

"What are you doing here?" Her tone hinted anger.